Roxy

chapter 52: Torture

Maria Ferrer- Roxy's mom

(Ranger's P. O. V)

I was breathing rapidly, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I was sitting on a chair blindfolded, with a gag and my hands tied. I struggle against the ropes that tied my hands that are probably giving me bruises right now.

My mind slowly drifted to where Amalia and Ryan were. I hope they aren't hurt. Other than my family, those two are the most important people in my life. I would do anything to protect them. My Amalia is probably scared right now and I have no fucking clue where she is!

When the van stopped the two men just blindfolded me and pushed me into some building. I have no idea how long I've been tied up in here. It feels like eight hours. I'm kinda hungry right now but that's the least of my concerns. I'm sure Roxy probably found out I'm missing. She'll come for us- well me, I know she will.

I heard The sound of a door opening and closing. Followed by the sound of some chairs being dragged and some muffled voices. I started panicking wondering if it's Amalia or Ryan. I struggled more with the ropes, but it only bruised my wrists more.

A few minutes later the sound of a door opening and closing was heard again. Suddenly I felt this dark, evil and disgusting presence in the room. Something that made me squirm and shift uncomfortably in my chair.

"You are the spitting image of your mom aren't you." A deep evil voice said from beside me. I jumped in my chair at the closeness of his presence. It sounds so familiar......

"Your mom was a hottie, if you ask me. A real woman." My temper flared at the mention of my mom in such a disrespectful way. "I wonder if you have her eyes as well."

Suddenly, the blindfold was harshly ripped from my head. My eyes fluttered open and I saw familiar blue eyes. But it belonged to an old man with silver and blonde hair. He has a sharp jawline, sideburns and a few strands of blonde hair fell from his head in front of his eyes.

He had this disgusting, nauseating, yet evil aura radiating of him. He had very striking similar features to someone I know but I just can't remember.

A smirk graced his lips as he stared into my eyes. "No....you obviously have your uncle's eyes." I've been told.

"Oh. Pardon my manners, you're still gagged." He took off my gag and I scowled at him.

"What do you want? Where's my Amalia? Where's Ryan?"

"Well to answer your last two questions, they are right over there." The man pointed to a dark corner of the room. Amalia's chest was rising and falling rapidly, but other than that she looks okay. But I can't say the same for Ryan though, he had blood dripping from his forehead and a big fat bruise on his cheek.

My temper flared once again. "What did you do to Ryan?!"

"Ah, the redhead. You see he wouldn't cooperate like a good boy, so we had to use force." He said and I sucked in a breath to calm myself. If I say something to anger him, he'll hurt them.

"What do you want from us?" I asked and his smirk disappeared.

"Nothing." He shrugged. I don't know why I feel weird when old people shrug like that.

My scowl deepened. "You kidnapped us for nothing?!"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" He said grabbing my chin and pointing a gun at my temple. But I didn't show fear, instead I stared him in the eyes. "Oh, how could I forget. You are a Ferrer, you don't care about yourself, you care about others..." He pointed the gun at Ryan and my eyes widened.